Head of the family

  
  A Son’s home coming 

This is a long multipart story that takes a while to build.
First story so constructive criticism is encouraged.

As the cab pulled up at the curb I let out a sigh, it felt good to be home and put all the shit behind me. I guess I should fill you in. My name is Sam I’m 26, 5’10 lanky with short brown hair and wear glasses I’m an A typical dork if you ever saw one, and I was coming home for the first time in ten years not just for a visit but to stay.. You see my life had recently fallen apart horribly. When I was 16 I left home to take a job as a console operator on an offshore Oil rig I never had any mates at school and despite looking like a geek I certainly didn’t have the brain for it so thought why the hell not? whilst most roughnecks are big burly blokes working with sledge hammers and wrenches the size of your arm. I worked in a room filled with computers with only a little window overlooking the Indian ocean as such my build didnt change much over the years. The work was enjoyable but only having 5 days off between shift blocks meant I never had any time to get back home. Instead I spent my time in the small port town where everybody flew in and out of; It was there I met the woman I thought was the love of my life Carla a cute Latin woman who asked me out despite all the other brick shit house rough necks about.

She was the first woman I didn’t have to pay for that ever showed me any attention the other girls in town were only interested in the big muscle bound blokes. Needless to say after 18 months of no action, I was smitten with her. We fell in love travelled around the world on my holidays, she was my world and I young and selfish neglected my family as a result. 4 years after being together we were married life in her home country of Peru (my family sadly did have the funds to attend) A year later we were pregnant and 9 months after that we had a baby girl, Lisa who thankfully looked just like her mother. Unfortunately my dad had just started a new job and between that and school and my family again weren’t able to fly out to see Lisa either. Another year went by blissfully, But as they say pride comes before a fall and I fell a long way. My best mate Charlie asked me to work his shift so he could hook up with a ‘hot’ milf and I agreed. That night there was an accident on someone hadn’t secured a well head, it was missed and things got out of control, the rig had to be evacuated. with the rig in flames and metal crashing all around we were told to head for the dock I’m not sure how it happened to be honest I have no memory of it and nobody ever made any effort to clear up the missing information (but if people ask I spin quite a good tale about it) I remember searing pain and falling. Next thing I knew it was 2 weeks later and I was in hospital with second degree burns on my back and a shattered knee. But worse than my injuries was the news the company had let its insurance lapse and was looking at bankruptcy as a result. I didn’t have private health insurance and so most of my savings went straight to the hospital and doctors. From the get go Carla was distant and grew more so through my recovery. Charlie came to visit most days and helped out around the house with the shopping, But spent more time with Carla then me. My only companion was my daughter Lisa I raised her while my wife worked. I loved my daughter but was aware that I was often short with her and expected her to be more of a 'grown up' (if that makes any sense)

And so an 11 month recovery went by, my back fully healed but scarred, my leg mostly healed but I needed a cane to help me walk and Carla and I had grown as distant as I had with my family. I soon learned that no one would hire a console operator that had filed a compo claim and truthfully I had no other skills. Carla and I had not had sex since the accident and I frustration I turned to the drink months became a haze but I still looked after my daughter the best I could whilst my wife was god knows where, Then one day it just happened I came home from the pub and the house was empty my wife and daughter missing stuck to the fridge were divorce papers. I rang Charlie and he told me straight that he and Carla had been seeing each other behind my back for years and that I had become a drunk with no money so neither of them thought they should keep up the illusion anymore, in truth Carla and I had grown so far apart I didn’t really care. In my head I told myself she never loved me and was only after my money and a Visa, on some level I think I always expected this. The only thing I really cared about was my daughter Lisa I was prepared for a long drawn out custody battle, instead? Carla requested a paternity test and to my horror found my daughter was actually Charlies and that was it. the one thing with meaning in my life vanished aswell.

The next few weeks became a blur my lawyer told me I had no assets, my soon to be exwife had cashed out the last of my savings before filing and there would be no money left over from the sale of the house once the bank took its share. He wished me good luck and left me a bill I couldn’t afford. I considered calling home a few times but my pride wouldn’t let me; I had neglected my family for years and couldn’t expect everything to be ok, for them to help me now.

So I continued drinking and sold what few possessions I had left, which I then spent on more booze. Until finally I had only the clothes on my back and an empty house (and of course my phone) I walked out to the letterbox just after the postie had been. Throwing away a few months worth junk mail, I found 2 letters 1 from my bank saying the house had been sold and I had 2 weeks to pack up and ship out, the other an express post envelope with no return address. Inside was a plane ticket back to Sydney and a letter it read simply.

“Dear Sam,

We know you’ve been going through a rough time tried calling you but carnt get through, if this letter finds you well (or otherwise) please use the plane ticket to come home, your loving family.

 Luve

Mum, dad, Hannah, Lizzy, Sarah and NED.”

Dad had obviously written the letter he couldn’t spell to save his life (although I wasn’t much better) Needless to say I was rather emotional (ok I cried) my life had collapsed and yet when all seemed lost my family had come to my rescue. After pulling myself together I immediately tried to call them only to realise my phone had been disconnected from overdue bills.

And so the same day I used the ticket and the last few notes in my wallet to catch a cab back home. Arriving the next morning at 0730 I paid the driver and hopped out, Cane in hand walk towards the house when an absolute stunner walked out a girl maybe 20? 5’10 with long bottle blond hair, lovely B cup tits came walking out wearing a pink boob tube and tight denim shorts. Her stomach perfectly flat and her legs toned, she was the definition of athletic. Two thoughts went through my head first this beautiful woman was reminding me I hadn’t had sex in over a year and second I had the wrong address. She smiled a devilish smile of a woman who knows she’s getting checked out and said “you like what you see....cowboy” the way she spoke combined with how she said “cowboy” made me realise.........I’d just been scoping my sister Hannah! (Cowboy had been her nickname for me ever since we debated whether my Easter parade outfit was a bush ranger or a cowboy, you can tell which side she was on) “ahh..Hannah..sorry I did recognise you, you’ve...grown” trying painfully to move on, Hannah practically bounced over to me and gave me a big hug pressing herself firmly against me, my cock slowly began to stir ‘what the hell is wrong with you that’s your sister’ I said to myself, thankfully Hannah didn’t notice my rapidly inflating erection or if she did politely didn’t say anything.

She released me before ushering me inside as she walked up the front steps I couldn’t help but notice her tight little arse sway as she walked ‘get a grip Sam’. As Hannah walked in the door she declared “surprise” at the top of lungs and pointed towards me as I sheepishly followed her in.

My dad Clint came over first and gave me a big hug (thankfully instantly ridding me of my erection), Dad was 6’2 and built like you’d expect a longshoreman to be built solid not fat but not overly musically either. At 45 he still looked like he was in his 30’s but with grey hair fittingly he was wearing a blue singlet saying beware the silver fox and his trade mark denim jeans. “Welcome home son” (dad was a man of few words)

Ned came over next the first of the twins now 16 almost as tall as dad maybe 6’0 and looked like something out of those teen girl magazines cut but not overly, wearing nothing but boardies and a hell of a lot of product in his hair “welcome home big bro” we then continued exactly what we did the day I left, shadow boxed. Before putting each other in a headlock, only this time my stupid leg gave out. Ned realised quickly but rather then hold me up he allowed himself to fall with me so it looked like we tripped over each other.

As I hit the deck I looked up and Hannah was standing over me, held out her arm to help me up whilst dad helped Ned to his feet. As I got up I got a great view down Hannah’s top again those thoughts stirred ‘dude wtf? Sister remember your sick, Cricket, think of cricket’.

“Ahh so where’s everybody else” I asked? Trying to move on quickly before anybody noticed my leering.

“You’re mothers still asleep, Lizzy’s down the shops getting milk and Sarah went to school early. I’ll see you this arvo I’ve got a medical before I ship out tomorrow, Oi dumbshit you still want a lift to the beach” dad said gesturing at my brother.

“Yeah sure, this arvo brother you, me and NBA!” and that was that Ned and Dad left like it was a regular....(what day was it?)

“Sooo you Must be.....Hungry big brother?” said Sarah 'wait what the hell did you notice the way she paused before she said hungry, don’t be an idiot you’re a fucking pervert you’re imagining things' I argued with myself.

As if reading my mind Hannah called out “mum, get up, your pervert son is here”

“Hannah! Don’t be so impolite” mum said before coming down the stairs.

My jaw practically dropped my mother descended the stairs wearing a black silk robe that had come undone revealing her D cup breasts in very sexy lingerie I just started to move my eyes lower when she quickly covered up. “sorry” she said “I lost my belt, it’s always coming undone” my mother unaware I had been ogling her dashed over and gave me a big hug and a kiss but my mind flashed back to her near naked image she’s 5’8 has some curves but she wasn’t fat black hair down to her shoulders ‘stop just stop you fucking perv that’s your god damn mother’ I thought as my erection started to return.

Just then my mum let go “well you must be hungry, what’s everybody want for brekkie? Bacon and eggs do?”

“Sure” myself and Hannah said almost in unison.

Thankfully over breakfast things returned to normal almost like I’d never left. I managed not to peek at Hannah once nor picture my mother’s ample tits. Just then the front door opened and slammed shut as fast moving figure ran through the lounge throwing a plastic bottle of milk on the couch and bolting up the stairs.

“ELIZABETH JANE SMITH! What have told you about slamming the door you get down here now and apologise, put the milk in the fridge and say hello to your brother” mum shouted.

“Sorry running late bus will be here in a sec” a voice meekly called out.

A few seconds later Aphrodite herself came bounding down the stairs, at 18 Lizzy was looking more like mum then Hannah C cup breasts 5’9 and lovely curves but once again not fat, long curly dark red hair (obviously from a bottle) the most amazing lushes lips. She ran over gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek “we’ll talk later” she cried as she was running out the door. Her tight school pants showing her plump almost heart shaped arse. I was stunned, incestuous thoughts began running through my head and this time no little voice telling me off for it, she was THE most amazing woman I’ve ever met. Even In a run of the mile public school uniform was a knockout, she oozed sex.

“Don’t choke” Hannah teased soft enough that my mother couldn’t hear her. “Well I’ve got Uni I’ll see you tonight” she said with a wink before laughing “bye mum” she said then left. ‘Did she just....’ “Come eat in the lounge” mum said breaking my line of thought.

So there I was alone with my mum, we ate breakfast and caught up, chatted (whilst in the back of my mind thoughts of Lizzy kept repeating over and over) we sat in the lounge for age’s talking and watching tele, nothing was said about us falling out of contact or me just rocking up it was as if we id been gone and had a life in a weekend, mum reaasured me told me not to forget everything I was home now thats what mattered. Mum didn’t bother getting dressed and whenever she got up her robe would open revealing her lacy black lingerie I noticed they were semi transparent with little rose bud pattern on them, mum may not be as toned as Hannah or Lizzy and her tits sagged a bit but she kept in shape, mum had me when she was just 13 and at 39 she was still smoking hot.

Between her attire and the smutty midday movie that had come on I was hard, I told mum I was taking a shower she informed me my old room was set up, said she was going shopping and asked if I wanted anything "a six pack of beer thanks" (god I needed a beer)

Once in the bathroom I locked the door stripped of and turned the water on. As I washed myself grabbed the shampoo to deal with my “situation” I was still hard no matter what I tried to think of my mind kept coming back to my mother in that robe. my mind’s eye following the contours of her body picturing my fingers tracing their way up her legs, her thighs, to her soaked panties as strange as it sounds I was suddenly aware I had started masturbating without realising it. The rest of my female family members then entered my mind first Lizzy then Hannah then Hannah and Lizzy, mum, mum and Lizzy. I began to stroke harder long slow strokes trying to prolong my pleasure and then a particularly indecent picture entered my head. Taken straight from a porno, Lizzy and Hannah were both taking turns sucking my cock and balls whilst mum sat nearby masturbating. I started stroking faster and faster the vision I'd created for myself was too much I started pumping my cock harder and harder my toes curled downward as pictured my sisters greedily taking turns deep throating me, for a second I went rigid has I exploded all over the shower curtain a powerful orgasm rocked me as rope after rope of sticky cum splashed on the curtain. Suddenly I felt amazing like a great weight had been lifted I felt refreshed, renewed even. Maybe that’s all I needed? A release? 

To be continued.........